"call……"
Chu Mu took a long breath and slowly adjusted his mentality.
He firmly believes that since real Kung Fu exists, he will one day come into contact with it.
He can't reach it now just because he hasn't reached that level yet.
In this life, he has already begun to practice martial arts, so it will undoubtedly be a matter of time before he reaches that level.
But Chu Mu was a little wary of the inexplicable murderous intention in his heart.
It's a very simple truth. Different mentality will inevitably affect the style of doing things.
People always like to solve problems in the way they are best at.
This is how the literati reasoned and the warriors used force.
With such a mentality, in the future his actions may be more biased toward the knife in his hand.
I just don’t know if this will be good...or bad...
Thoughts swirled for a moment, and the light blue light screen panel also appeared in the field of vision.
[Name: Chu Mu. 】
【Skill:
Basic knife skills (first glimpse into the door) 20/500]
[Spiritual radiance value: 15.3%]
He glanced around habitually, and finally fixed his gaze on the skyrocketing proficiency in basic sword skills.
In just one or two hours, the proficiency level skyrocketed by more than ten points!
Such a sudden increase in swordsmanship proficiency obviously shows that he is not messing around, and it is really conducive to the progress of his martial arts practice.
"As long as it's useful."
Chu Mu let out a breath. He was really afraid that he was messing around. After all, these seemingly simple tools were really valuable.
Not to mention the wooden dummy, of course. The wood is made of ironwood, and the wood is extremely hard. Naturally, it is also quite expensive. Coupled with the thick linen wrapped in several circles, it adds up to a lot of money.
The ugly-looking drop ball is a luxury product of this era. Each drop ball is temporarily modified with a Cuju ball.
In this era, Cuju was a sport for wealthy people, so the balls used to play Cuju were naturally expensive.
Dozens of lobs made Chu Mu quite painful.
Adding it all up, after all this tossing, dozens of silver dollars are like running water.
If he was really messing around, then he would have wasted more than two months.
In the midst of his thoughts, Chu Mu suddenly recalled his past life.
If he were in his previous life, he probably wouldn't be so resolute.
No matter the cost, he does what he says. The hard-working social beast in his previous life will never be as free and easy as he is now.
"It's pretty good now..."
Chu Mu felt inexplicably sad and muttered to himself.
"Woooooooo..."
A slight whimpering sound sounded, and Chu Mu lowered his head, only to see the fluffy puppy rubbing his trouser legs with his head raised.
"I almost forgot about you!"
Chu Mu suddenly smiled, grabbed the dog, and quickly walked into the kitchen.
There were a lot of leftovers from last night's meal, which were poured into the rice bowl. The puppy immediately spread his short legs and ran to the rice bowl, squirting and eating. He was obviously starving.
Chu Mu was still busy in front of the stove, preparing food to fill his stomach.
He was the only one, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He just fried two side dishes, cooked some rice, and then started to deal with it in front of the stove.
After eating and tidying up briefly, Chu Mu returned to the bedroom.
With a candle and a book, Chu Mu leaned on the bedside and read slowly.
About half an hour later, a fire suddenly appeared in the courtyard, and a bonfire was burning brightly. Under the flickering fire, the hanging ball swayed, the wooden stakes made a dull sound, and the figure wielding the knife also appeared again...
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Early the next morning, as usual, after practicing martial arts for more than half an hour, Chu Mu put on his inspection uniform and went out for duty.
Nanshan Town was already a little deserted in the early morning, and several of the vendors Chu Mu often ate at had already met again in the mine.
Vendors who set up their stalls at sunrise and close their stalls at sunset have become corvees who work before dawn and cannot rest until sunset.
Chu Mu thinks it will be difficult for him to try his craftsmanship in the future.
There was no familiar taste, and Chu Mu was too lazy to be picky. He just took a few bites and walked towards the mine.
Under the continuous wind and snow, the entire mine has long been covered with white snow. The climate in the mountain is already cool. Under the heavy snow sealing the mountain, even Chu Mu, who was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket under his armor, could not help but shiver.
Compared with the deserted mountains, the mine has naturally been a bustling scene.
When winter comes, most of the corvees have put on thick coats. Of course, this is not a benefit for the corvees. According to convention, when the corvees are recruited to work, they will bring their own winter clothes. If they really don’t bring them, , you have to ask your family to deliver it before winter.
Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and it’s not uncommon for people in ragged clothes to be found in the mines in this cold winter month.
Compared with most of the mines before, the number of corvees has undoubtedly increased a lot now.
In the mining area where Chu Mu is located alone, there are more than thirty corvees.
Chu Mu estimated that in more than half a month, at least two thousand more corvees had been added to the entire mine.
This is undoubtedly an incredible number, and what is even more incredible is that the corvee recruitment has no sign of ending.
"Why dig so many mines?"
Chu Mu sat under the tree, looking at the laborers working in the wind and snow, with doubts on his brows.
After more than half a month, he naturally found out clearly.
Even if the mineral materials are delivered to the county town, it is not the end. It is said that they have to be sent to a higher level.
This is not only the case in Qinghe County, but also in the surrounding counties, wherever there is mining, no matter what the mineral material is, this process is followed.
Mining, turning over, turning over again.
It's all an official process and has nothing to do with the market.
This also means that from Qinghe County to the county town, and even the entire Yanshan County, all mineral materials flowing into the market can be said to be black goods and cannot be seen in the light.
The question is... if such manpower and material resources are mobilized and the mineral materials mined do not flow into the market, where will they eventually go?
Forging weapons?
There is a demand for iron ore. In this era, the demand for iron is also very large, but what about other mineral materials?
As far as Chu Mu knows, there are several copper mines in Changshan County, which is adjacent to Qinghe County. They have been mined, smelted, and turned over for decades just like Qinghe County.
In this era, iron can still have many functions, but what about copper?
Not in the industrial age, the biggest role of copper is to mint coins. But now, paper money has been used for hundreds of years, what else can copper be used for?
"At least, the official process is one level at a time and has nothing to do with the market. So where is the final source? And why is it needed?"
Chu Mu secretly guessed.
There is no doubt that this process is completely inconsistent with common sense.
Chu Mu couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't find out. At least, no one he could contact at the Nanshan Inspection Station knew about it.
Of course, few people except Chu Mu would think about this kind of problem.
"Everyone come here!"
"gather!"
There was a sudden shout, and Chu Mu stood up and walked away quickly.
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